I was asked yesterday by a friend how the little munchkin and I have been doing and my answer was this….I’m really glad the first month is behind us. I’m not gonna lie, even though Summer really truly is a very sweet, easy-going baby, the first month was the toughest month of my life! But at this point….
Waking up every few hours in the middle of the night is hard to get used to but it’s either gotten a lot easier or I’ve officially gone crazy. My guess is a little from column A, a little from column B.
Knowing that the sour scent coming from your baby means that she’s starting to turn like the chicken fried rice you forgot about in the back of your fridge kinda sucks when you don’t know how to give her a bath. No one wants to be known as the lady with the stinky baby. But! Watching every baby ever born whose first bath was recorded and uploaded to YouTube is helpful. Plus it was fun discovering that Summer, the same baby who screamed herself silly through a few sponge baths, actually LOVES baths in her puj tub in the kitchen sink. Who knew??
Going 5 days without a shower of your own because you just don’t know how to shower with a baby in the house can cause one to lose some friends. But! Going against everything you’ve been told about keeping things out of the crib while baby sleeps can actually end up giving you 5 priceless minutes of shower time.
Now I’m certainly not advocating this and I may be a little insane (see above under sleep deprivation), but I’ve been putting her in the bassinet, lying on a boppy pillow with a blanket over her and a stuffed animal noise maker hanging from the side, then I pull the bassinet into the hallway in front of the bathroom so I can wipe the steam off the shower door every 2 minutes to make sure she hasn’t jumped over the side.
And now that baby smells better, and I certainly smell a hell of a lot better, people actually want to hang out with us again.
And finally, for the first month I tried to carry on with life as usual and got frustrated when it wouldn’t go as planned. But! Once I realized a few things, life got a lot less tense. Here’s what I’ve learned/come to accept as the new normal…
- An hour-long show on the DVR will take a minimum of 4 hours to get through.
- Returning phone calls is optional and your true friends will understand if you don’t call them back and they will try you again tomorrow.
- A burp cloth is never close by when you need one but almost anything within reach can make for a good towel – this includes baby socks, your socks, your husband’s shirt, blankets, pillow cases, your hair, etc. (hehe, no one is ever going to want to come over to my house ever again).
- If you get thrown up on, there’s no reason to change your shirt if you’re not going anywhere because you will get spit up on again if you change into something clean which only adds to the pile of laundry that has slowly been taking over your closet floor like a bad fungus.
- And oh the laundry… laundry will never again happen every few days (ok, fine, it never really did before, but now it’s really not gonna happen), and I officially accept the fact that the shirt that has the least amount of throw up on it is the winner for the day.
- Breakfast, lunch and dinner have no meaning anymore. Meals now consist of whatever you can cram into your mouth in 2 seconds flat while baby is yelling at you because your boob isn’t in her mouth at the moment and RIGHTNOWRIGHTNOWRIGHTNOWBABYISHUNGRYMOMMA!!! and baby is going to cry until she is fed because baby doesn’t care that your last meal was a ritz cracker and 4 grapes with the stems still on them. 2 days ago.
Yep, I think it’s safe to say that baby officially runs this house…this is the house that Summer built. 🙂